Being back home was nice, not good, not bad, just nice. She spent most of her time in the cinema her father had built within the tower watching Disney movies and throwing popcorn at the screen yelling "Liar" in an Elle Woods fashion. A part of her regretted breaking it off with Steve, another part of her knew that she had done the right thing in order to protect her heart. The battery on her phone had long run out and she refused to charge it again. When it was on, she had been so inundated with text messages and phone calls from Steve that she had nearly thrown the damned thing out of the window and onto some unsuspecting pedestrian on the ground below. Instead of doing that, however, she just allowed the device to run out of battery and locked it away in a drawer she had filled with things she never wished to see again, a bunch of things that mainly pertained to her now tainted memories of her mother including a diary S.H.I.E.L.D. had found in their search of her former home after Steve's kidnapping.

She had nightmares to contend with as well, nightmares about what she imagined could have happened during her time with the Red Room. They were all basically the same: One minute she was running fast, almost too fast, she would slow down the tiniest little bit and be jolted with a large and seemingly painful amount of electricity. She awoke screaming and sweating – as though it had actually happened. Her father would stay with her for an hour, attempting in vain to comfort her, until she told him to go back to bed. Apparently, at some point, her screaming must have woken Sophia because the little girl handed Samantha her favourite teddy bear, explaining that he was very good at keeping nightmares away.

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One day, Samantha decided to pick Sophia up from school – like her older sister, Sophia had proven too intelligent for pre-school and so was advanced up to her first year of elementary school – and so, Samantha found herself walking up the stairs and into the Philosophy Day School. After asking a receptionist, and receiving a filthy look from said receptionist – apparently, one did not wear skinny jeans and a cream T-Shirt that says 'Make it Simple but Significant' on it to pick up a sibling from a private school – Samantha found Sophia's classroom. She watched from outside, in amongst numerous mothers and nannies "You must be the new mother," one of the mothers said and Samantha giggled slightly. The mother looked like the Upper East Side personified, she was basically Blair Waldorf with kids.

"No, I'm Sophia's older sister," she replied and the woman who had asked the question rolled her eyes as though there were something wrong with Sophia "What?" Samantha decided to ask, never one to not ask a question.

"Well, Sophia's never going to be popular," the mother said and it was Samantha's turn to roll her eyes.

"Why is that?" she asked, quickly re-mastering her passive aggressive look that could put any of the women gathered to shame.

"Well, she's a know it all, she knows all of the answers and she isn't afraid to show it," the mother said and Samantha merely sighed, refusing to dignify the woman's idiotic statement with a response.

Soon enough, the children escaped the classroom and Sophia ran out, a bright, innocent smile appearing on her face when she saw Samantha "Sammy!" she shouted happily. "I thought Daddy was picking me up," she said suddenly confused and apparently upset, Pepper was on a business trip as sometimes happened and so Tony had been relegated to picking Sophia up from school. Not that he minded of course but he had a deadline coming up for his next device and… well, he'd already been procrastinating on it, hence the reason Samantha was picking Sophia up.

"Daddy had a device he had to finish but it's okay because you and I are going to have loads of fun," Samantha told her little sister, crouching on the floor so that she could have eye contact with her younger sister.

"Really?" the girl said hopefully. She smiled at Samantha, a smile so infectious that Samantha couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Yeah, I thought maybe we could go to a toy store and get some hot chocolate," she suggested and watched as her younger sister's eyes lit up with sheer joy as she explained her plans for the two of them for the remainder of the afternoon.

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As it turned out, Toys 'R' Us on Broadway had a collection of toys based around the Avengers, something that delighted Sophia no end. "Look, they have Daddy and Uncle Bruce and Aunt Natasha and Uncle Clint and Uncle Thor and Uncle Steve! They even have Uncle Rhodey!" she exclaimed excitedly as she saw the plush Avengers dolls lined up in a row on one of the shelves "They don't have Wanda or Sam or Vision though," she added, suddenly disappointed then getting excited again "Can I get one? Can I get one? Can I get one?" she asked repeatedly, somehow knowing that on this Samantha would break. Samantha nodded, relenting, unable to avoid giving in to Sophia's expertly practised puppy dog eyes. Sophia stared at the dolls, biting her lip as she made this decision which – to the three-year-old – seemed to be of the utmost importance "I can't decide," she said looking up at Samantha, something she knew was an invite of help.

"Why don't we get three each okay?" she suggested and Sophia happily went about choosing her dolls, eventually settling for her father, Bruce and Natasha. Meanwhile, Samantha picked out Clint, Thor and Steve and secretly grabbed the Rhodey doll as a surprise for Sophia at a later date. The two girls headed for the till only to be served by a tall, blonde almost carbon copy of Steve "Hi, just these thanks," Samantha said handing over all of the dolls onto the checkout. The young man smiled at her and she smiled back.

"You guys seem to be big Avengers fans," he commented politely followed by a flirtatious grin.

"My Daddy is Iron Man," Sophia stated happily, so innocent in her statement.

"Who does that make you?" he said leaning over the till, coming within mere inches of Samantha's face, something that made Samantha increasingly uncomfortable.

"The older sister," she said, her eyebrows raised, making it clear that she was not amused

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After picking up hot chocolate from Starbucks – along with a black coffee for their father – the girls headed back to Stark Tower. When they arrived back at the Tower, an eerie feeling overcame Samantha, one she didn't like at all. She couldn't even identify why, still she decided that once Sophia was comfortably playing with her dolls in her room, she would check on her father down on R & D.

Once Sophia was in her room, Samantha told her to lock the door and not to open it until she came back, something the two – nearly three – year old found odd but still took on face value. After making sure Sophia was okay, Samantha made her way into her bedroom, unlocked the safe in her room and brought out her S.H.I.E.L.D. regulation gun and held it at her side as she made her way down the steps – knowing that if her suspicions were correct, the elevator would let off a big ding the moment the doors opened. So, instead, she took the emergency staircase (she classed this as an emergency) which eventually took her to Research and Development. Oddly, she couldn't hear the AC/DC that tended to blast through the speakers throughout the first floor. That set off alarm bells in her head. She ran, quickly, through to the lab her father tended to prefer – namely because it was equipped for both designing and building prototypes. She held out her gun at the ready, checking that no one was behind her or around any of the corners. Noting that the way seemed clear, she entered the lab but was shocked by what she saw: Her father, tied to a chair, duct tape over his mouth, bleeding profusely from multiple stab wounds, his head lolling to the side on his shoulder. Attempting to set all emotion aside, she put her agent hat on, took her phone out of her pocket and dialled 911, knowing an ambulance would be necessary "911 what's your emergency?" the trained, almost robotic, woman on the other line answered.

"My-my Dad, he-he… I-I just found him, I-I think he's been stabbed, th-there's so much blood," she cried, unable to control her emotions as she desperately tried to untie her father

"Can you tell me where you are Miss?" the woman asked.

"W-we're at Stark Tower on the… the research and development floor – f-floor 6 – in umm lab, lab…" she trailed off unable to remember which lab they were in.

"It's okay Miss, the ambulance can find you from there. We have one in the vicinity now," the woman said and Samantha thanked her before hanging up the phone. After untying him, Samantha dragged her father onto the floor and applied pressure to the two larger wounds, her hands getting covered in blood as she did so, not noticing the letter on the workbench.

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The ambulance had long left and Samantha had collected Sophia from her room and had driven her to the hospital, following the ambulance. They ended up in the waiting room, waiting for any form of news. Samantha had called Pepper, knowing that she would need to know about what had happened and that Sophia would be okay. Pepper had said that she would cut her trip short and get back to New York as quickly as she could. Then, Samantha figured that she should probably tell S.H.I.E.L.D, after all her father was a freelancer for them. She dialled Fury's direct line, knowing that he would answer it immediately – namely, because so few people had the number – "Fury," he answered.

"Fury, it's Samantha," she started and then internally slapped herself, knowing that Fury would have known who was on the other end of the line "My father… he's been stabbed. I wasn't sure what protocol was when a freelancer gets injured or seriously harmed but I figured it would need calling in, so… here I am calling it in," she said trying to sound casual, all the while her heart skipped a beat every time she saw a doctor.

"Are you okay?" Fury asked, it seemed odd to hear her boss ask whether she was okay, one of S.H.I.E.L.D's assets might potentially be dying and Fury was asking whether she was okay.

"I'll be fine," she muttered, at this point she had no real worry for her own mental health, she refused to worry about it until everything was somewhere close to okay. For now, she would just stay in her blood-soaked clothes – there hadn't been enough time for her to change – and wait until she got some form of good news – because there was no way that she was accepting anything less than good news.

"If you're sure," Fury said and she could imagine him awkwardly shuffling from one foot to the other, not wishing for anyone to know that he sympathised for her.

"I am sure, look I'll… I'll call you back if I need anything," she said before hanging up the phone.

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A couple of hours later, Pepper arrived. By that time, Sophia had fallen asleep across Samantha's lap, clutching tightly onto the stuffed toy version of her father. Samantha herself was barely awake if she was being honest but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone. "I brought you some clothes from the tower, I figured you'd want to change," Pepper said, her tone hushed so as not to wake Sophia "I'll take her," she said, gesturing to Sophia as she sat next to her before passing over the bag of clothes. Pepper took a hold of Sophia and Samantha went off to find a bathroom, thankful that Pepper wasn't angry at her.

Eventually, Samantha found a nearby bathroom – after several wrong turns – and walked in, not bothering to check for other people in the bathroom as she switched out her blood-stained blue skinny jeans and cream T-Shirt for the black skinny jeans, white button-down shirt and black leather jeans Pepper had brought with her. Samantha was glad that Pepper had chosen something reasonably comfortable and warm for her, she'd already been waiting for hours and it was probably going to be a few more hours before she got any news as to her father's conditions. She caught a glimpse of herself in the streakily cleaned mirror. She looked haggard; her usually glossy brown mane of hair was a dull, lifelessly drab mess, there were bags that seemed as though they were the size of one of those commemorative coins, her skin seemed paler than normal and her cheeks were sunken and sallow. She was a wreck, she looked down at her hand and noticed its shaking, a nervous twitch she couldn't seem able to break – one she hated a little too much at that.

She left the bathroom, unable to bear seeing her reflection any longer, and headed towards where she had left Pepper and Sophia only to be greeted by two police officers. "Miss Stark we were wondering if we could talk to you about the attack on your father," they said and she looked at them suspiciously.

"Forgive me but do you mind if I see your badges," she said as gently as she possibly could. The two man looked at each other momentarily, as though this were an odd occurrence, but still showed her the badges. She took them for a second, turning them over, checking for any markers that they may be inauthentic. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she handed the badges back before saying "Umm sure I can talk," she said, sounding uncertain but still allowing them to lead her away to a conference room they had appropriated for the purpose of what seemed to be becoming an interview.

"So, we just need to get a statement from you," one of them, a tall man with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, informed her and she nodded "Where were you when your father was attacked first off?" he asked and a part of her felt offended by the question. Did they think that she had done this? No, they were just trying to cancel her out as a suspect.

"Picking my sister up from her school, then we went to Toys 'R' Us and onto Starbucks so that we could get hot chocolates," she answered, her voice shaking at the thought that, had they have skipped out on going to Starbucks, Samantha may have been able to prevent the attack on her father.

"Is that a normal thing for you to do?"

"No, it was my first time picking Sophia up. Dad had this deadline he had to meet on one of his devices and he'd sworn to Pepper that he'd get it finished so I offered to pick up Sophia," she explained.

"Where was your step-mother during all this?"

"On a business trip in D.C, she just got back probably about an hour ago," she answered, for the first time confident in her answer.

The blonde police officer softened slightly for brief moment, his eyes revealing a kind of sympathy she was, unfortunately, all too familiar with. He passed an envelope with 'Samantha' written on it. "Does that handwriting look familiar to you?" he asked and she analysed it in her head: tidy but written in a hurry; too tidy to have been her father's, too untidy to have been Pepper's. No, this was not a handwriting that she recognised. She shook her head in reply.

"Do you mind if I open it? I can read whatever's written out if you'd like," she suggested and the two nodded, the blonde officer more willing than his darker haired, surlier counterpart. She gently ripped open the envelope, knowing that any fingerprints found on it could be preserved and analysed in an investigation. Her fingers shook as she took the note out of its envelope. She began to read:

Dearest Samantha,

You know what you did to my father, Alexei Volkov, and now it is time that I returned the favour. Except it will be worse to do, you will be forced to watch as your father's life falls to pieces.

Ta-ta Darling,

Karolina Dvoracek

P.S. Do you like my knife skills?

Tears were in her eyes as she put the piece of paper down on the floor, having to bite her lip so she could hold them back, at least until she was out of the room. She was not in the habit of crying in front of police officers and nor was she about to start it. "Who is Alexei Volkov?" the darker haired officer asked and she swallowed back any tears she had.

"You have to understand, I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," she started and noted the two men looking oddly confused at her "S.H.I.E.L.D," she stated and looks of recognition spread across their faces "Alexei Volkov worked for the Red Room which is an illegal division of the KGB, we're not even sure that Putin actually knows about it. Anyway, Volkov was a recruiter of sorts, he kidnapped girls and trained them up to be ideal spies. Problem was, he got ambitious, the girls he'd started taking… well let's just say that it was more noticeable that they'd gone missing. So, I was sent in with a team of agents to find the girls and reprimand Volkov. We managed to do so and that was the end of it, or so we thought. Volkov and an accomplice, somebody we believed was on our side, attempted to infiltrate one of our bases. Things went badly, their third party went rogue, started firing shots and killed Volkov. Dvoracek must believe that I killed him," she explained, a frown on her face as she remembered every single detail, every wrinkle on Volkov's face. "I'm sorry, I'm still trying to figure out how Dvoracek would have gotten into the tower. Dad made sure that the whole thing was completely secure and even if somebody could've hacked their way past that system, they would've had to deal with the emergency protocol," she said, trying to work it out, not only in her head but aloud.

"What do you mean by emergency protocols?" the darker haired officer asked.

"Dad gave us each a bracelet, it has a button. We press it if we feel that we're in danger and one of the suits will come to our defence. I'd assume that he has something similar," she explained.

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Upon exiting the room, Samantha was surprised to see Steve sat in the waiting room, beside Pepper. "Hey. Are you okay?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm… I'll be… I'm… no," she stuttered out, for the first time managing to admit that no, she was not okay, she wasn't even sure that she would ever be okay.

"You will be," was all he said and – for the first time in what felt like forever – she smiled before promptly bursting into tears. He stood up and took her in his arms, allowing her to cry and pound on his chest, letting her get all of the anger at herself out of the way. He didn't care, so long as she was okay. All the while, he whispered "You're okay, it's okay, just let it all out," in her ear until finally she calmed down.

She released herself from his grasp, convincing herself that she was fine, that she didn't need him. "Why are you here?" she asked, sounding somewhat exasperated.

"Fury told me what happened, I figured you'd want some form of moral support," he answered and she rolled her eyes. Typical of Steve to think that whenever something bad happened she would need supporting.

"No I mean what are you doing here with me? Don't you have a pregnant ex-girlfriend or whatever the hell she is to you to look after?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in some misplaced anger she couldn't quite explain.

"She uh… turns out the baby isn't mine. Sharon was having an affair, so… yeah," he replied and she hated the fact that his misfortune made her a little bit happy inside.

Still, she started to cry, momentarily biting her lip so she could hold back the tears in a vain attempt to appear strong "So what? Am I just the consolation prize?" she asked, hating that she'd even asked such a question.

He looked at her with those eyes, with that expression that was just so… so Steve "You were never a consolation prize Samantha, you were always my first choice, the best choice I could get. I never meant to make you feel like second place," he said and she continued to cry "Come here," he said and she came back to him and cried in his arms for what seemed like forever.

"Thank you," she eventually muttered.

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Samantha couldn't quite recall falling asleep so she couldn't quite explain why she was being shaken awake. Eventually, she managed to sit up from where she'd fallen asleep – on Steve's lap apparently – and looked around to see a doctor stood in the hallway "Miss Stark?" he called out and she stood up, nodding to Pepper, who had awoken and subsequently passed Sophia to Steve, something the youngest Stark didn't seem to mind as she nuzzled into Steve's shoulder "Mr Stark is a very lucky man, the stab wounds missed all vital organs, only the Appendix was hit and we were able to remove that quite successfully," he explained and Sophia sighed in relief.

"When can we see him?" Pepper asked, both women still somewhat in shock by the fact that Tony would be okay.

"He's in the ICU at the moment – just a precaution – so only one of you can go in with him," the doctor answered.

"You go," Samantha told Pepper and the older woman looked at her as if to ask whether Samantha was sure "Go, I'll stay with Sophia and Steve," she told her step-mother, knowing that Pepper was virtually dying to see him. Samantha would go see him later, when she'd calmed down from her innate need to blame herself.

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"Why won't you go in and see him?" Steve asked her. It had been hours since they'd been told that her father was out of surgery and Samantha had made sure that she hadn't gone in to the ICU room to see him. She felt guilty, too guilty really. She just kept thinking of the ways in which she could have prevented the attack. If she'd have avoided going to Starbucks to get drinks, if she'd have just picked Sophia up and taken her straight back to the tower, if she hadn't have brought Volkov in in the first place then all of it could have been avoided.

"I just… I just can't face him," she said, hoping that it would be enough of an explanation to make Steve back off before he even started properly. She should have predicted the look he would give her, the look that asked her why. She hated that look sometimes. "It's all my fault," she cried in a whisper, desperate not to wake Sophia who had had a fitful sleep at best.

"What do you mean?" he asked and she bit her lip, trying to decide whether to confide in him. She knew a lot, more than any victim's family member ever should. Then again, she was so heavily embroiled in it all that not knowing something was damned close to impossible.

Deciding that informing Steve – as her Commanding Officer – was her best way forward, she began "You remember the Volkov case?"

"How could I forget?"

"Volkov had another daughter, Karolina Dvoracek, she's about my age. Similar story to mine: Mom, Magdalena Dvoracek, raised her most of her life until she died when Karolina was 17. Difference was, Volkov knew about her and abandoned her. Magdalena was a Czech operative for the Red Room when she met Volkov, things escalated between the two and she found out she was pregnant. Records show that Volkov found out and requested that Magdalena be transferred out of his division. The transfer happened and Volkov paid Magdalena 11221 Ruble a month, probably to keep all guilt off of his conscience. After Magdalena's death, Volkov started sending double his previous amount to Karolina," Samantha explained the story remembering every detail of the file she had been handed on Volkov "When I interrogated Volkov, Fury told me that Karolina wouldn't be a problem, she was just an accountant, didn't even like her father as far as they could tell. He handed me evidence to prove it – letters explaining how much she hated her father. I had no reason not to believe him," she said sighing "Then, the cops give me a letter they found at the crime scene – one that was addressed to me – signed by Karolina, explaining why she had tried to kill Dad, that it was this misplaced revenge thing because of Volkov's death and I can't help but think that… if I hadn't have brought Volkov in then the attack on Dad wouldn't have happened," she explained, tears starting to fall from her eyes as she finally managed to explain why she had felt so guilty.

He looked her in the eyes with a look she couldn't quite identify – she knew all of his faces, dating him did that to a girl, but she couldn't figure out which one this was. He smiled, with those eyes, the ones she knew perhaps too well "It's not your fault," he said, and she rolled her eyes "You did your job, and Volkov died at Matthew's hands," he said and she groaned, unhappy that he wasn't understanding what she was meaning.

"Yeah except if I hadn't gotten cocky and decided that playing dead was a good idea then my darling ex wouldn't have shot him," she said somewhat angrily, it was misplaced, she knew, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"I didn't tell you this because, after the attempted infiltration, we ended up in Prague on that op but I went through Matthew's pathology report. According to the report, Matthew had a brain tumour, I asked around, one of the docs on base said it was in an area that affects decision making, meaning that there is the potential that – even if you hadn't played dead – he may well have shot Volkov anyway," he explained and she had to breathe deep to try and allow herself to accept that small home truth.

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A/N – I know it's been a while, more than a while by my count, but I've been bogged down by exams – never take three history courses in a semester for all those at university (My brain is now equipped for a pub quiz but not much else). Unfortunately, I wasn't quite happy with how this chapter ended but I figure that you guys deserve an update after sticking with me for what I now over a year (I can't believe I never celebrated that one) and my ever-so-slightly erratic updating. I did try to stick to a deadline for this one but… well I'm terrible with deadlines when they don't have a grade attached. Anyway, thank you for sticking with me, I promise that there will be plenty more of the adventures of Samantha, Steve, Tony, Pepper and Sophia (Among others) to come.